Once upon a time, when animals talked, as they always talked, but when most of humanity no longer understood them; in this time, I say, a device that covered the mouth became widespread in the most conceited part of humanity. This same smug was...
I always imagine them being washed by woman's hands.
Never by man's hands.
Perhaps in self-defence.
I would wash them for her, by hand.
A delayed warm soak with a slight ouch! of detergent.
Then a rinse, rubbing there and there if necessary.
Then hang them out to dry. In...